All Good Things
Chapter Twenty-eight - Exciting Events
On Board the Enterprise
September 2275
Spock
It was with some regret that he decided not to participate in the Faire this year. Nyota was not back on duty yet, and she could not be away from the twins all day long. The logistics were simply too difficult. He left it up to Kurik and Tanik to be sure that the other Vulcans were ready. He would resume his participation next year. Nyota told him that he could go and participate in the afternoon's activities without her, but he did not wish to do that. If she were not there beside him at the melee's end, he would have no acceptable outlet for the battle fever. They would have a quiet day at home with their children instead.
Wurok
This would be the first time he escorted Daniela to a major function and he was having strange feelings about this. There was no reason for him to feel nervous, for Vulcans were not susceptible to that problem, it was only Humans and other species who became nervous when faced with major events. Therefore, he was not nervous. Perhaps it was something he had eaten.
He turned about before the mirror in his bathroom, checking out his appearance. He had all the clothing and armor on properly. He fastened the belt that held up his sword and dagger, and headed out the door, toward Daniela's quarters. When her door opened, to reveal a stunning princess, he could only stand and stare.
Brack
He met Todd Peterson outside the door to T'Kam's quarters. They stood there as the door opened to reveal two lovely women in long flowing dresses. He could not decide whether his cousin T'Kam was lovelier than Leah Summers, or the other way around. Perhaps they were equally lovely. Was that a proper description to use? Todd seemed to be having as much trouble forming a sentence as he was. What was that expression? Ah, yes, tongue-tied. They were both tongue-tied.
Falon
He and T'Vela met with Kurik and Chris and Tanik and Charlene. They would all go together, so that the three men could protect the three pregnant women. The Faire was always crowded, and they did not wish anything to happen to any of them. Together they presented a formidable presence.
Karck
It was not possible that any other woman at the Faire would be more beautiful than Alis. He knew this for a fact before he even saw how she was dressed. After that, he walked about with his hand on his sword hilt, ready to drive off anyone who even looked at her. She thought it was wonderfully romantic.
Stuln
He had finally worked up the courage to invite Momoko Ohara to attend the Faire with him. He thought this was most likely the most difficult and courageous thing that he had done in his whole life. Until he saw how she was dressed. Then retaining his control in the face of such splendor became his only concern.
T'Bel
She had gone to speak with Pevek about the troubles she was having with these dating practices, and he had confessed to many of the same doubts as she had. They had decided to attend the Faire together, to ward off any further advances from Humans at the current time. This should have relieved her of all the unwanted and uncomfortable anxieties, however, it did not seem to have had that affect at all. She did not understand why.
T'Vre
When Sean O'Hallaran showed up at the door to her quarters in his mail and held out his arm for her, she slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow and looked up at him, her eyes wide. She had not anticipated the effect that seeing him like this would have on her. It was most unanticipated.
Nyota
It had been a most pleasant day. Since none of the normal weekend activities was happening, Spock had been there all day long. They had played games with their older two children, and the twins had actually taken a nice long nap, allowing her to do so as well. She felt better than she had since they were born. Now if they would just start sleeping all night long!
They had just finished their supper when the comlink chime sounded. Spock rose from the table and went to answer it, and she heard the familiar voice of Sarek. She sent Grayson and Amanda over to say hello to their grandfather, and then followed herself, hearing the news that T'Boh and Varun were now the parents of a second daughter, named T'Ina. The balance of sexes in the clan's children was balancing out, as so many more daughters were born now than sons. Sarek said that T'Boh had had an easy time of it, and that T'Ina was fine and healthy. Varun was quite pleased that everything had progressed so well. He passed on several other items of interesting news, and then ended the conversation.
Two daughters and three sons for the clan in only four months! She shook her head. The children did seem to come in clumps. And then there would be a year when there was only one child, or two. But they did keep coming. She smiled to herself. All the families in the clan were increasing. She wondered where they would stop. The birthrate on New Vulcan was the highest that any Vulcan colony had ever experienced, but that was perfectly understandable. It would still take a very long time before their population reached its previous size.
Spock
The next week passed relatively uneventfully, however, both he and Nyota were well aware of what Friday would bring. Friday morning, Nyota had breakfast on the table in their dining area when the children were ready, rather than taking them to the mess hall. She had programmed the synthesizer with their favorite foods during the long weeks she had been confined to their quarters, with Susan's help. When they had finished, she handed Spock a small duffle. "Take this to Chris in sick bay after you take Grayson and Amanda to their classrooms. They're going to stay with her and Kurik this weekend."
He said nothing, simply nodding, but his eyes were very dark as he looked at her, and he touched the side of her face lightly before taking the duffle and gathering up the children to leave. And then he very purposefully sealed all his thoughts away where they would not distract him during the long day ahead. It was not until he was in the turbolift at shift's end that he allowed himself to consider what was going to happen this weekend.
This pregnancy had been difficult. She had been ill much of the time and had required much rest. And her body had been much larger and more awkward, with two growing fetuses inside. Towards the end, there had been the danger of premature labor to be extremely cautious about. There had been far too few opportunities to express physically what they felt for each other. In the weeks since the twins' birth, her body had recovered amazingly well, but she still tired easily, and the strain of nursing and caring for two infants still required her to nap in the afternoon. When she went back onto duty next week, she would only be working on the bridge in the mornings, with a two-hour break before spending two hours in her office in the lab. She would stay on this amended shift for three months, after which she would receive another medical evaluation before being allowed to resume her full duties.
He had to consider all of this during this coming weekend. He must stay in control of himself and not allow himself the luxury of fully satisfying his need for her. She must not become fatigued. And they would still have the twins to care for, even though the older children would be absent. With these things in mind, he still could not control the mounting tension and desire that he felt. When the door to their quarters swooshed open, revealing her standing there, in the middle of their living area, his eyes darkened again, and a low growl emanated from his chest, vibrating up throughout his body. He could smell her as he approached when she stood waiting, the scent of his Nyota. She wrapped herself around him as he lifted her from the floor and carried her straight into the bedroom. She was trembling and rubbing her face against his neck, sighing his name. He sat on the edge of the bed, with her on his lap, and held her closely, kissing her softly, running his hands over her body while she clutched his shoulders, sighing. After several minutes, he managed to straighten up, and speak softly. "I will move the cradles."
She nodded against him, and he rose, sliding her back down onto the bed. Carefully he lifted the first cradle and carried it into the playroom, sitting it down in the middle of the room without waking the sleeping infant within. He returned for the second, and then went back into their bedroom, shutting the door behind him and touching the control that activated the additional soundproofing within the walls of this room.
She had turned back the covers and was there, in the middle of the bed, waiting. Somehow she had managed to remove all of her clothing in the short time he had been out of the room. Her scent filled the air, and he inhaled deeply, pulling that scent into his olfactory glands, letting it affect him. He could not take his eyes from her as he pulled off his clothing, allowing it to drop to the floor without any further attention. He managed not to rip it to shreds, using the last shreds of his control. When he stood there before her, bare and engorged, she uttered a long moan, and he began to shudder. One long stride and he was at the side of the bed, and then he covered her body with his, the feel of her soft skin against his driving the flames high. With his hands and his mouth he tasted and touched every part of her body, until she was writhing beneath him, hands pulling at him, so ready for what they both wanted, needed. Carefully he pushed into her body, going as slowly as he could, gritting his teeth at the exquisite sensation of her soft wet flesh enclosing his lok. He must not lose his control and pound into her as he wished. He must be careful, be sure she was indeed healed. Slowly, inch by inch, he entered her, as she wrapped her legs about him and lifted her hips, urging him further within. Her hands were on his back, holding him close, her heels against his buttocks, and her teeth were closed on the side of his neck. He was flame everywhere, and he could not hold it back. He began to move, sliding back and forth against her, growling in reply to her muffled moans. He could feel it building, far too soon, and could do nothing to prevent it. When she arched her body up beneath him, convulsing about him, the hot surge of his semen filled her up, and they soared into the pure light of shared ecstasy too long denied.
He had her again in the shower a short while later. And on the couch after the twins had been bathed and nursed and tucked back into their cradles. And against the wall of their bedroom not long after that. And she woke him in the night, straddling his body, moving above him while he cupped her fuller breasts in his hands, so beautiful to him that she trembled from the emotions he conveyed to her through the touch of his hands, the link between them glowing so brightly that it must surely illuminate the entire apartment.
Throughout the entire weekend, they never entirely dressed. Each time the twins slept, they explored each other again, touching and tasting and indulging their long-suppressed needs. And he allowed her to do no work at all, waiting on her hand and foot, to her great delight. And he saw the tension, the tiredness that had been a part of her for so many months, drop away from her slowly as the hours passed, and was greatly relieved. And was also relieved that her body was entirely healed, for he could not manage to keep his hands off of her for more than a few moments at a time, the entire weekend.
